Rick thought hard and decided he’d take his chance with another photo. He’d come out female several times in a row. He reasoned chances were good he’d be male this time. He turned it on himself and snapped a picture, hoping for the best.
The photograph emerged. He looked at it and grimaced. A punky looking blonde woman with her legs spread wide, one hand two fingers deep in her pussy, the other rubbing a black vibrator to her clit. Rick sighed, still adult, right? Then things went dark.
Ben came out of a haze on the couch, feeling the wet warm texture of his snatch and the electric excitement in his clit. He thrust harder into his hole and moaned as he felt the orgasm rise. After days as a barely sentient nursing bra it felt amazing to feel things and to move. Ben came, hard. She fell back into the couch with her knees quivering. She sighed.
Who was she? She had been somebody, then she’d been fabric, wrapped around breast, aware but only barely. Her mind struggled to remember who she might have been but only bits and pieces survived.
She looked around the room. It looked wrong. She saw the photo of her madturbating laying on the floor. Who had taken that. Were they now an object? Would they know more about who she was supposed to be? She saw the camera. She realized she could try a few things.